Don't Stop Me Now

(Cheesy title, I know. Shush. Basically you and Brian get a little rough.)

It had been a rather eventful evening so far. You had spent the night out on the town with Brian and Roger, ending with Roger becoming considerably drunk and getting you all kicked out of the club you had been in. You thought it would be best if someone came to get him to take him home, as you and Brian had other plans. You managed to reach Freddie, who graciously agreed to come to pick him up. By the time he arrived, Roger had taken it upon himself to recite the entirety of the movie ‘Tommy’, which wasn’t going well in his drunken state. You helped Freddie usher Roger into a cab, before overhearing Freddie whisper "go get ‘em tiger" to Brian, before chuckling and hopping into the cab with a cheesy grin on his face. You just shrugged it off, after all, it was just Freddie being Freddie. You walked with Brian back to your shared flat in a comfortable silence, walking inside together without saying a word. The second you reached the bedroom though, his quiet and relaxed manner went completely out the window. “Get on the bed,” he said, his voice low, rough, and barely recognizable to even himself.

His sudden change of tone threw you off a bit, but you were still amused as you hopped back onto the bed, flashing him a playful smile. His lips turned up at the corners but it wasn’t a sweet smile like the one you had just given him, it was more of a leer. You felt his eyes piercing into from across the room as he locked the door and started unbuttoning his already half undone shirt. You laid back on the bed, head against your pillow with your arms laying limply above your head. He stared at you intently, eyeing you up and down, a smirk still playing on his lips before he heaved in a tortured breath and walked over to you. He crawled onto the bed and made his way up your body, stopping at your neck to plant rough kisses all over the side of your neck, marking a trail down to your clavicle. You moaned quietly in protest when he suddenly sat up and moved back to the foot of the bed. He sat there for a moment, palming himself through the confining material, and then slowly knelt down between your knees. He leaned forward, his hands going to remove your shirt while you helped him slip his off as well. He grabbed the waistband of your jeans and underwear, removing them all at once, then hastily tossing them to the floor, sitting back on his knees to admire you. “You’re so gorgeous, you know that?” he growled before leaning forward again and capturing your lips in a fiery kiss that he broke all too soon. He jumped out of bed and quickly removed every article of clothing he still had on, rejoining you as quickly as possible. You reached up as he hovered over you, running your hands down the sides of his torso, starting at his ribs and dragging your fingertips down to his hipbones. Brian’s breath hitched at the touch, his stomach fluttering as your cool hands stroked his hips slowly.

You slowly started to move your hand lower, his cock was already nearly completely hard and you began to stroke it for him, enticing some low and needy groans. He leaned down and gave you one last kiss before stroking your cheek lightly with his fingertips, his eyes meeting yours in an intense gaze. “Turn around.” He growled.

“What?”                                                         

"Turn. Around.” He repeated, with a bit more forcefulness in his voice, not the same gentle tone you were used to hearing, making it clear his words had been phrasing a demand and not a request. You had never seen Brian act so rough in bed, and you knew he wouldn’t ever hurt you, which is when your mind suddenly flashed back to a conversation the two of you had had a few days prior, when you told him that you thought you both should become less concerned with boundaries in bed, rough it up a bit, and enjoying pushing the limits. So he was taking your advice…you were going to enjoy this thoroughly. 

“I could…tie you up nice and tight…” he whispered darkly as his voice trailed off, probably running through possibilities in his mind. His eyes were dark and glazed over completely. Sex-flush painted over his throat and chest, cock rigid and already dripping at the tip. He looks so damn gorgeous like this, you thought to yourself. “Alright,” you complied, beginning to turn around, when he stopped you again.

"Wait,” he deadpanned, “I think I am going to tie you up,” he smirked, suddenly pushing you back while he hopped off  of the bed. “When I tell you to do something you do it right away…and if I have to punish you to make you understand that…then so be it…” 

You didn’t say a word in response as he dug around in a draw, finding a nice silk scarf before returning and re-positioning himself over you. “Good, now lift your arms up for me, darling…and show me what a good little whore you can be,” he whispered the last part. You were very surprised to hear Brian of all people say something like that, but also frankly very turned on, so you lifted you arms obediently above you head, letting him grab your wrists and bind them together with the scarf, tying them back against the headboard. He tied a bit tightly and you could start to feel a pull on your wrists. You groaned quietly and glanced back up at him, about to suggest loosening it, but he knew what you were going to say and spoke up first. “It’s not good if it isn’t tight!” He said, cocking an eyebrow and grinning at you. 

“Yeah, but maybe if you loosene-.” He silenced you as he crashed his lips down against yours, roughly shoving his tongue into your mouth, grinding his hips roughly against yours, pushing you further down into the mattress. You moaned loudly against his lips in pleasure as he rocked his body against yours, feeling his raging erection pressing into your thigh. He continued to kiss you passionately, fighting for dominance with his tongue as he rocked his hips, firmly pressing you into the bed. He broke the kiss and you groaned as he smirked down at you. “You look so stunning like this,” he mused, his lips red and swollen from kissing and his dark curls getting ever messier. “I should tie you up more often.”

He nudged your thighs open wider and knelt between them as he slowly kissed your neck and chest, making sure to lick off the sweat he found as well as muttering filthy things to you. His breath was hot against your skin, adding more sensations and attributing to the already steady pool of moisture between your thighs. You found yourself mumbling, begging him, but you didn’t even know why.

Brian it seems, had been lost in his own world of pleasure and arousal, but was snapped out of it at hearing your begging, moving his hips forward, unable to wait anymore. You arched your back off the bed and let out a low groan. “Oh god Brian, I need you…oh, fuck…” And you did. It was driving you mad. He slowly drug his teeth along the side of your neck and suddenly bit down, hard enough to make you yell, tugging against your silk restraints as your entire body trembled. He chuckled as he continued covering your chest in wet, open mouthed kisses, leaving love bites here and there. 

You needed for him to be rough with you, to make you his, to dominate you. You needed it badly, you needed him, and only him.You shifted your weight to let him open your legs wider with one hand, while moving the other down to wrap his long fingers around the base of his long cock. 

He lined himself up and finally pushed in, slowly. You let out moans in unison as he entered you, providing you both with very needed pleasure. You felt like you weren’t going to last long and he hadn’t even moved yet. He slid in and out very slowly, ignoring any urge he may have had to completely ravage you that very second. He continued tortuously slow, driving you completely mad. After a few moments he started rocking his hips a bit faster, biting down on his lip and moaning as he build up a steady rhythm. “That all you got?” You panted with a hint of challenge in your tone, wanting more than anything for Brian to just fuck the living daylights out of you already.

“Darling…I’ll show you what I’ve fucking got,” he growled back, his voice thick with arousal and desperation to prove himself. He slammed into you again, hard, sending you into a fit of convulsions as he moved to nibble on your ear, slowly moving lower to your breasts, lapping at your nipples with his tongue and making you cry out again as he started to involve his teeth. You were covered in more love bites than you could count, and when he saw you noticing them, he provided you with a reason. “You’re mine and I want everyone to know it,” he explained, among other things he whispered roughly and hotly into your ear, making you lose practically any control you had over yourself. You could feel his fingers digging into your hips roughly and you knew he’d have his wish tomorrow.

You rocked your hips against him as he sped up, forcing him even deeper inside of you, if that was even possible. Brian wasn’t taking his time at all anymore; not once did he slow down. He just got progressively faster and faster, his stamina was unreal, he was like a man possessed. He wasn’t making any attempts at being gentle anymore. You watched him in awe as sweat dripped down from his forehead, pooling at his collarbones, wetting his dark brown curls that were starting to cling to the side of his face an neck as he muttered a endless string of obscenities. You could feel your own orgasm starting to built rapidly. “God Brian, I’m so close…” you gasped breathlessly. He removed a hand from your hip and brought his fingers down to your clit, rubbing furiously. 

That sent you over the edge, leaving you clawing at the sheets, screaming his name like a mantra as you completely  succumbed to the pleasure. Your whole body writhed on the bed as everything around you momentarily ceased to exist in your mind,  climbing to such intense heights of ecstasy that you almost forgot how to breath. But he wasn’t done yet; he didn’t stop pounding into you for one second, nor did he stop rubbing your now oversensitive nub. He only kept up his speed, crashing his hips against yours as the bed creaked loudly underneath you. “We’re not quite done yet, dear,” he informed you as he  pushed into you deep enough to make you cry out.

“Oh god Brian, I can’t take it…” you murmured, out of breath. It wasn’t of much concern to him that you had already came, he was bound and determined to keep going. He made sure to keep up the same quick pace, making you come all over again within a few minutes. 

A grin slowly spread across his face as huskily whispered “Is that all you’ve got, dear?” You were a complete loss for words by now. You barely even heard him as every single sense in your body was heightened.  He continued viciously slamming into you, fucking you into the mattress with strong earnest. You could barely think straight anymore, but you that knew you were going to be feeling this for days- wrists burning above your head and all other limbs losing feeling. 

Brian continued for another couple of minutes, with his eyes half-lidded and whining in the back of his throat. “Brian,” you begin to beg again, barely able to form words “I need…oh god, I think I’m…shit, I’m falling apart Brian, please…”  He brought his head back down and traced up and down your neck with his tongue, moving up to your ear to nibble on it. A faint moan escaped your lips and you gasped, feeling his hands roam all over your body, exploring everywhere and anywhere they wanted to. You were nearly breathless, but continued pleading with him to keep going, to not stop, although sometimes you almost wanted him to stop, depending on how close were to coming. 

He pounded deep into you, the tip of his cock brushing against something every time that created the sensation of fireworks being set off inside you. It was all so much, and you completely relished in every second of it, but could hardly take it at the same time. When you showed any sign of being uncomfortable, he’d give you quick and passionate kisses, and when you forced yourself up too far, he’d pin you back down with his big, beautiful, strong hands and pounded into you harder, making you forget your own name.

He grabbed a handful of your hair into a fist and exhaled shakily onto you neck, kissing you and lapping at the sweat that was trickling down slowly as he gave a pull at your hair, electing a high pitched moan from you. “Like this, darling? Like when I fuck you nice and hard?” He groans, earning an unintelligible moan in reply from you. He responds with somewhat of a low groan mixed with a shaky chuckle, his hands slowly running up and down your sides, eventually sliding under you completely, pulling you closer towards him. You were absolutely fixated on his face, the way his features tightened and relaxed, the way his lips were parted slightly as he panted, the way sweat was practically pouring off him, and the way he could barely hold his head up anymore. He leaned down and pressed his forehead against the sheets next to you, the pressure building inside his belly, starting to push him over the edge. How he had lasted so long in the first place, you had no idea. At the rate you had been going at it, you knew he must have been fighting off the urge to come for some time now…after all, he’d satisfied you more than once, and definitely deserved a release of his own.

At some point you lost almost all awareness as to what you were moaning or how were reacting to him, you were at completely new heights of ecstasy. He brought you to you final orgasm of the evening before finding his own release, coming harder than you’d ever seen- he couldn’t see, he couldn’t hear, he couldn’t think. He came deep inside you before collapsing on top of you with a loud moan, panting and sweating as his body went limp against yours. 

You laid there for quite a few minutes before he regained his composure and reached up to untie your wrists. You sighed with relief and gratefully pressed your lips to his forehead. He lifted himself off of you and collapsed next to you on the bed, eyes shut and still breathing hard. 

You rolled over and pushed his dark mass of curls, now matted with sweat, back from his eyes as he slowly turned to face you, lazily opening his beautiful hazel eyes that were now alight with an afterglow, his face completely flushed. He was totally breathless and beautiful, and nothing was ever going to come close to matching just how breathtaking he looked in that moment.

He slowly moved closer to you, gently bringing his lips to yours before pulling back with a small smile on his face. “So how was that?” he asked, “Was I too rough?” His face had become overcome with concern as he examined your body that was covered in love bites. 

You smiled back at him and kissed him once again, bringing a hand up to his cheek. “You were incredible, it was just like we talked about.” He sighed happily and fell back against the pillow. 

“That’s good, I was worried for a bit, but you never used the safe word, so I figured you were okay” he answered, pausing for a second before questioning you again. ”You sure you’re okay? Like are sore or anything?”

You laugh lightly at his great concern for your well-being. “I’m great,” you replied with a satisfied smile, “A little sore, but I guess that means we did it right,” You both chuckle lightly and you curl up close to him as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and places a kiss on top of your head. “Thank you,” you whisper quietly, closing your eyes and resting your head against him. 

"Of course, darling," he answers and pulls you closer, "Anytime."